Christmas is only days away and I have struggled to enter its glorious meaning. My decorations are few, no cookies made, only what was absolute has been done. After a long time in prayer in the Spirit, it ended with the word “Badeshe.” Over and over I heard myself cry this word.

          “What does it mean, Lord,” I asked. “Come with Me,” was His instant response. I pondered what that meant and what it implied, then went on with my reading of the Christmas story in Luke, where the shepherds heard the angel’s announcement. I stopped reading and recited the whole passage, having learned it in grade school as a child. In this translation the shepherds say, “Let’s go, and hurry to find this child and see for ourselves what the Lord has revealed to us.”

          Come with me, echoed again in my heart. Let us go! So, I am coming with them, Lord, putting aside what isn’t, should be, and I wish was. I am kneeling once again at your manger to celebrate afresh Your unspeakable gift.

Unto us a child is born. Unto us a Son is given. Isaiah 9:6